Today I was helping someone track down a leak in a roof. Unfortunately as I am smaller than my mates, I had the nasty part of the job and had to crawl along behind a wall for about 30 ft in an upstairs section of the house. To be honest, I wasn't absolutely thrilled about this as I hate confined spaces and also being trapped in a space where rats could appear with no escape route. It was tight, dusty and was no wider than my shoulders. There was no rats, but I have it in my mind that rats live in attics and behind walls

Even thought it was slightly unnerving being in such a confined space, it was a strange feeling knowing I was in an area of the house where nobody had been for 100 years. I knew this as I found a newspaper from December 7th 1907 from when the house was built. Some of the things in the paper included a section for jobs and an article on the building of a new extension for a factory which was nearby the house. The factory is now a housing estate and all the people who took the jobs will all be dead. It is strange reading a little piece of history.
There was a job for a clean and intelligent boy as a bakery delivery assistant. He must be punctual and be able to do mental arithmetic. I would like to know who actually ended up doing the job.